By: Ardis E. Parshall - November 07, 2011 . November By Annie Wells Cannon In majesty the bare trees standSilent, grim and grey.Their summer garb around their feetIn dry brown clusters lay.Beneath the leaves, the flowers sleep,Nature’s covering rareThe naked trees their vigils keepLike holy prayer.Sweet the music of the rustling leavesWhirled along the way;Stark the beauty of the naked treesSilent, grim and grey. – Relief Socie...
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